I woke up and to be honest, I was tired. My mind was fuzzy. I suppose they must have been some powerful drugs.
I looked at my hand, they had "p"s tattooed on them. I was a hard timer, which meant that life would not be that easy from now on.
I wanted to cry, but knew there would be lots of tears later.
I looked down and see the nurse. She told me I was now 8 years old. Once again I tried to keep the tears back.
Then i seen her holding up a diaper.